An author and a protagonist… what a great duo to throw into a fight, am I right? Ahem… I'm probably in no position to be joking right now.
Glorius charges at me again. The heat in this cramped space surges, and I feel like I'm being cooked alive. His movements are fast—too fast for me to follow. We need to fix that, don't you think?
I scramble in the air as quickly as I can:
{Quill's eyes can now see movement in slow motion, allowing him to track his opponent's attacks and dodge in time.}
The blazing letters dissolve into the air. My vision begins to twist until every speck of dust becomes clear, every flame flickering from Glorius's body dances like a serpent with fangs bared toward me. His armor blazes under the light, his leg pushes off the ground with such force that the floor beneath cracks.
Every detail unfolds before me. I shift my body to the side very slowly; it's not like I've gained supreme speed, but now I have the time to react at least.
